at the same time.

In the center of the small world inside the body, nine blazing suns originating from the heavenly-level technique "The Great Sun Baking Furnace Sutra" hang high in the sky.

It is like nine bright and blazing suns, each emitting dazzling light.

The light was not gentle, but rather extremely sharp and ruthless.

They were like nine sharp swords of light, piercing through heaven and earth, shining indiscriminately on the recently swallowed small secret realms and the monsters that had not yet been completely dissolved.

Under the shining light, the originally various landforms and landscapes began to distort and melt...

It transforms into streams of pure energy and blends into every inch of land.

Those monsters were also struggling painfully under the strong light. Their bodies quickly melted like ice and snow, turning into starlight and merging into the energy circulation system of the small world.

The whole process is like a magnificent scroll of purgatory, full of the interweaving of destruction and rebirth, which is both shocking and awe-inspiring.

And under the baptism of these nine suns, the small world inside the body is not only growing stronger, but also being constantly purified and sublimated.

In addition, the edge area of ​​the small world is like an ever-expanding scroll, slowly advancing into the boundless void.

The borders continued to grow as they expanded, like a blooming nebula, quietly infecting, swallowing, spreading, and merging into the void...

Lin Ping'an's strength also continued to rise during this process.

At the same moment, the sky of the Daxia human realm seemed to be torn open by a mysterious force.

Thousands of streams of light instantly streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, leaving behind brilliant trails.

The flowing light is not illusory, but carries a heavy force of life.

At this moment, they were as if being drawn by an invisible hand and plunged into the area outside the small secret realm.

Where those streams of light fell, natives of the small secret realm began to appear out of thin air.

Some wear exotic clothes and hold strange weapons; some are dressed in rags, like refugees, with fear in their eyes.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely noisy, with various emotions such as surprise, curiosity, vigilance, and doubt intertwined together, forming a vivid and complex picture.

In addition, the reactions of the natives sent out by Lin Ping'an were also different.

Some people, after witnessing this series of unimaginable scenes, could not suppress their inner shock and fear.

They all knelt on their knees, banging their heads against the solid ground, their foreheads pressed against the earth, their weathered faces filled with piety.

They shouted loudly.

"God show us! God show us!"

Others choose to face the unknown with courage. They hold their swords tightly, sharpened to a cold glow, and stare at the extraordinary scene ahead with sharp eyes.

One of the sturdy disciples had a beard that trembled slightly with excitement. He waved the sword in his hand and roared to the sky: "Who on earth is it! How dare you treat our Divine Sect like this!" The voice was deep and powerful, like rolling thunder, shaking people's hearts.

However, not all choose to believe or fight.

Those indigenous nobles who usually live a life of luxury and comfort have exposed their selfishness and narrow-mindedness in the face of this incident.

They stood among the crowd, their eyes revealing panic and fear, their faces livid, or they cursed at the untouchables around them, ordering them to get away so as not to disturb their safety.

Or they would run to the sword-wielding disciples of the sect and shout loudly, "Greetings to the Immortal Master."

It became obvious that the latter wanted to curry favor with someone in an unfamiliar environment.

In the eyes of these people, the famous immortal master is the best target.

However, not long after, before they could react, accompanied by waves, one by one, powerful men from Da Xia stepped out from the void.

As soon as Wu appeared on the scene, he released his aura to suppress the situation without saying a word, and stabilized the chaotic scene in an instant.

Then, just like the dozens of times he had handled the integration process into the small secret realm before, he explained the situation and announced the solution.

During the entire process, they never asked about the wishes of these indigenous people, nor did they intend to grant them freedom.

For Daxia, these are both additional forces and destabilizing factors.

No one can guarantee whether there are ambitious people or people who hate Daxia among these indigenous peoples.

If it weren't for Lin Ping'an's request, the powerful people of Daxia would rather keep most of the indigenous people in the small secret territory where they originally lived.

In their view, sending warriors to reform their minds, establish a new order, and guide some of them to integrate into Daxia based on merit is the safest and most appropriate way.

Unfortunately, the decision-making power is not in the hands of these powerful people of Daxia. They will ultimately have to act according to Lin Pingan's thoughts.

You can't resist, you can only wait and clean up the mess.

After all, the strong always have privileges.

As the strongest person in Daxia, Lin Pingan naturally has the power of dictatorial decision-making and veto power.

Anyone, any organization, any force, needs to look at his face and act according to his ideas.

There are no exceptions.

It would be fine if Lin Ping'an was a strong man with a gentle personality, and he could also do some small tricks secretly.

But judging from past records.

Obviously, the other party is the kind of person who likes to do whatever he wants, kills decisively, and has a cold personality.

If you disobey, death is the only option.

In addition, there is also the concern that Lin Ping'an will vent his anger on others.

The way to deal with such people is very simple, just surrender and obey.

A powerful person who has no scruples deserves everyone's fear.

If you can't use a hard approach, you can only use a soft approach and hope to influence the other person.

At least, with a little more bond and a little more involvement, there will be a little chance to make a choice.

On the other hand, after hearing the speeches of the powerful men of Da Xia, most of the lower-class people widened their eyes in excitement, their hearts full of longing.

"What? We can eat enough? Our children can go to school? This is heaven!"

"Daxia? I want to be a Daxia person!"

"I can eat my fill every day, and no one can bully me. Isn't this the hometown of Wusheng that Wusheng Mother talked about?"

"Join! You must join! I can't let my child suffer like I did!"

"You don't have to be a slave, and you don't have to be afraid of being beaten to death!"

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The oppressed were filled with joy, but the nobles who benefited immediately were very angry.

"What? Ridiculous! This is ridiculous! These peasants are worthy of being equal to me? Are you kidding me?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I don't agree! This master absolutely disagrees! A servant is a servant. He will be my servant for his whole life. He is my person in life and my ghost in death."

"So what about Daxia? Our Great Chen Dynasty has three immortals. It is wishful thinking to use magic to confuse us! A mere demon from Daxia can be destroyed with a wave of the hand."